Bakugo watched in horror from the lobby in the Best Jeanist's agency.

Everyone had been in complete and utter silence since the footage of a white-haired woman dressed in black leapt nearly fifty feet into the air to crash through one of the hospital's windows.

Bakugo was speechless. For the first time in his life, his throat had completely dried up when she disappeared out of sight and into the burning building.

Explosions continued to execute all over the hospital, and his red eyes burned from refusing to blink in desperation to find her. It was so dark thanks to the smoke filling the sky, and thick clouds of soot wafted around the hospital, completely blacking it out in some places.

It wasn't even ten minutes, but it felt like she was in there for an eternity. Or at least it felt like that for Bakugo. He had completely tuned out the news reporter hurriedly jabbering away down his microphone as the helicopter circled the building in search for the trainee hero. The flames reached upwards towards the sky but were blown back again by the wind the helicopter created as it drifted past. Occasionally the vehicle would shake and the news reporter would shout in panic as another explosion ripped through the building.

She was currently unidentified, but Bakugo knew it was her. Anyone who was watching this footage that knew Sunny knew it was her that had just flung herself into an exploding building.

When the helicopter finally circled around the building for what felt like the millionth time, its lights finally made a connection with her reflective eyes. Her amber hues shone back at the helicopter as its headlights flashed across her, and Bakugo physically winced at how much that must have hurt those large, dilated pupils.

He watched as she fell to her knees on multiple occasions, stumbling as she caught hold of some falling rubble and throwing it aside like it was made from Styrofoam and not solid metal. She seemed to be engrossed with something on the floor, something the helicopter couldn't capture, and the way she kept ducking and stooping, and then looking around frantically had Bakugo's fists clenched so tightly at his sides his nails broke the skin of his palms.

"What the fuck are you doing, Sunny?"

He hadn't realised he'd spoken out loud until one of Best Jeanist's sidekicks spoke to him.

"Do you know them?" The man asked, eyes wide.

"Shut up!" Bakugo snapped back, red hues not leaving the TV screen. His teeth were clenched so tightly together his jaw was cramping, and his brow shook under the strain of his frown.

"They… They're holding something!" The news reporters voice cut through the room, suddenly louder than ever as he yelled, "Is that… No, it can't be… Is that a baby?"

There was barely any chance to process what Sunny was holding in her arms before she disappeared away and back into the building. The floor where she once stood completely fell away, leaving nothing but empty air.

Bakugo's breath hitched again once she was no longer in sight, but it wasn't for long before she came stumbling back into view.

Everyone in the room, including Bakugo lurched forward as one of her feet found nothing but air, but she regained her footing immediately and hurried back out of sight.

And that's when he heard it.

That's when everyone who was watching the news all over the country was frozen still.

In future replays, the sound that echoed around the room at that moment was removed due to the adverse effect it had on people.

A roar.

Bakugo had only heard a lion or tigers roar from clips of wildlife shows, and although maybe scary to anyone staring down its wide jaws, to viewers it was nothing more than an impressive feature.

However, the power behind this sound had the news reporter in the helicopter stumbling forward, only being caught by his seatbelt as his microphone went tumbling out the side of the vehicle.

Several sidekicks around Bakugo dropped like dominos, including one that completely fainted.

Bakugo himself found himself completely paralysed, bar the sudden shake from the softness in his knees.

He was, however, the first in the room to break free from this stupor when the camera panned out, catching as a flurry of white, illuminated hair went soaring through the air as Sunny torpedoed herself from the side of the building.

He shouted her name, but he couldn't hear his own voice as he and everyone else watched in horror as this young woman fell through the air, completely still and fixated on whatever the bundle in her arms was.

The camera shook briefly and dropped out of view, but there was no hiding the sickening crash as metal crumpled beneath her weight when she landed on a nearby vehicle. The helicopter that was still filming headed towards the ground, the news reporter shouted at the camera, barely heard now without his microphone.

The camera swung and snippets of the vehicle crashed too and throw as they landed, and Bakugo found himself pushing through the other heroes in the room to get to the front, positioning himself right in front of the TV screen.

The cameraman practically fell out of the helicopter, stumbling along behind the news reporter.

Bakugo caught sight of Midnight running and his breath caught in his throat as she pushed the news reporter out the way as she too headed towards the now crumbled police car.

And then everyone stopped. Midnight ungraciously tripped over her own two feet when the sound of a baby crying split through the air, slapping everyone across the face like a wet fish.

Bakugo staggered a little, ignoring when a pair of hands caught his shoulders to hold him up.

The camera spun again, zooming out and pointing towards the car.

There was a blob of white hair, and Bakugo stared with wide, unblinking eyes as the hair moved and Sunny's face lifted.

She was barely recognisable and completely covered in ash and soot. But those large, pumpkin eyes shone and flashed in the light like a pair of citrine gemstones, catching the still-raging fire around them. The flames behind her illumined her hair eerily, casting an almost halo-like light around her as she began to move.

She staggered to her feet, and almost immediately she was lost in a crowd of people, hidden out of sight as the cameraman and reporter were pushed to the side.

Bakugo saw Midnights taller figure stumble onto the roof of the car and grab at Sunny when she lashed out at a hero behind her. He could just see her ears pinned flush against her head – a telltale sign she was distressed.

Midnight slapped at the student's cheeks as Sunny swayed, but a few moments later it was Midnight that began to sway a little and she held her head and shook it. A few heroes and officers around the car immediately backed up, two of the officers directly beside Sunny completely keeled over.

"What the hell is going on?" A sidekick muttered from behind Bakugo.

Sunny was purring.

Bakugo knew this, and he could tell although Midnight was relatively unaffected, she still didn't make a move to stop Sunny as she began to clamber off the police car. The microphone on the camera was of poor enough quality to not pick up the low rumble of her purr, but if the reporter still had his handheld microphone, then it might have been a different story. With legs wobbling like a new-born deer, Sunny made her way down the cracked windscreen and plopped off the bonnet.

The baby in her arms was now silent, completely asleep by its stillness. Sunny was still watching it with an equally blissed-out expression.

Everyone was silent as they watched the screen, but when the cameraman suddenly lurched and staggered when the purr ran through him when Sunny passed by, everyone in the room lurched and jumped also out of shock.

"Why are people dropping like dominos?" One of the sidekicks towards the back suddenly piped up, watching in awe as Sunny walked past several civilians who promptly started to sway and stumble on their feet. One of them stumbled against the other, with both of them losing their footing and toppling over.

"Because she's purring," Bakugo snapped back, sending a death glare over his shoulder and quickly shaking off the sidekick holding his shoulders, "She's calming down the baby, you fucking moron! Who cares about anyone else?"

The sidekick at the back looked taken aback, but his attention went back to the screen, "Jesus," He muttered, "That must be pretty potent."

Silence took over the room again when a man came tumbling into view. He sprinted towards Sunny from amongst a cluster of ambulances, staggering and tripping over his own feet. His face was covered in blood and his shirt was all messed up, but that didn't stop him closing the distance between himself and Sunny in a heartbeat and falling to a crumpled heap at her feet. He seemed totally immune to Sunny's purring, either that or something else more important was driving him forward.

Slowly, Sunny lowered herself, struggling on her own legs as she met the man at his level. Bakugo could hear his cries and screams as Sunny held him against her, cradling him by the shoulders with one arm, and the baby in the other.

All that Bakugo could make out that the man was saying was; "My baby! My baby!" Over and over again.

Sunny barely processed landing on the police car. She just let her legs take the trauma and roll with it. And for a long moment, she felt nothing but bliss.

But then the burning came, and her legs were set on fire. Her arms were on fire. Her brain was on fire. Everything felt like it was on fire and the baby was crying like it had something to cry about!

But she didn't have much time to think about that, as immediately hands were on her, pulling at her and the child in her arms, trying to sever them.

"No!" She shouted, kicking out when the burly hero from earlier tried to haul her off the car.

Then Midnight appeared in her face, shouting at her but Sunny couldn't hear a word she was saying. The older woman's lips moved right at her eye line, but all she could hear was white noise and the baby still crying in her arms. Midnight reached up and slapped at Sunny's cheeks when her eyes began to cross.

Without even thinking of anything else but the upset bundle in her arms, Sunny began to purr. She struggled with it, forcing the sound out maybe a little too much, but in her groggy state, she could barely remember her own name, let alone anything else. Her purr rolled out of her with no restraint, and within moments the people around her had backed off.

Even Midnight stepped back, swaying herself slightly but giving Sunny some room as she began to move forward. She made her way down the police car, ignoring the cracking windscreen under her feet and nearly falling clean off the bonnet as she made her way to the floor.

The baby in her arms had stilled, and Sunny smiled down at it as she walked.

Then, off in the distance, she heard movement. Like a shooting star in a still sky, she raised her head as a man came bowling towards her. His face soot and blood-ridden, but fresh tears streamed down his face, washing away the horrors.

He came to her, falling to his knees at her feet, "My baby!" He cried, gaze fixated on the buddle in Sunny's arms, "My wife! My baby! Please, my baby!"

Sunny fell to her knees too, and immediately the man came to her, holding her and nestling his face into the sleeping baby in her arms.

He repeated over and over again, "My baby! My baby!" Even after his crying had ceased, and the words became sniffles on the smoky wind.

She didn't know how long she was there for, and at some point, she must have closed her eyes. For, when she eventually opened them, her lids were stuck together with moisture and ash. She blinked the dust away, confused by the orange light around her. Sunny looked around and tried to sit up, but a pair of soft hands falling on her shoulders stopped her.

Sunny's pumpkin eyes searched, and soon they found Midnight's crystal hues.

"Wakey, wakey, sunshine!" Midnight sang softly, moving back into the chair besides Sunny's white hospital bed.

Sunny continued to blink, totally confused. And then it all came flooding back, and immediately she tried to claw herself out of bed.

"Where's- Where's-" Sunny began, choking on her dry mouth, "Baby?!"

Midnight was immediately pushing Sunny back down, but Sunny's head was spinning.

Where was she?

Midnight thrust what looked like a glass of water in front of her face, and immediately Sunny forgot about everything else and took it. Her eyes were trained on Midnight whilst she downed the precious liquid.

"You're at a hospital," Midnight began, but then rolled her eyes, "Obviously a different hospital..."

Sunny finished her drink, and held it out expectantly to Midnight, silently asking for more. The older woman understood and filled her glass wordlessly.

Just then, there was a soft knock at the door, and both Midnight and Sunny raised their heads to find a tanned man standing nervously in the doorway. His dark hair was wet and brushed back, framing sharp features and high cheekbones. His eyes were a pretty almond shape, sitting below a thick brow. A long, thin nose ran down the centre of his face, and his lips were chapped and pursed crookedly.

He stepped into the room, and Sunny's gaze immediately fell to the clean, white bundle of sheets in his arms that came into view.

"You're awake," He acknowledged softly, rocking the bundle gently, "C-Can I come in?"

Sunny shot a nervous glance towards Midnight, but the older woman was just smiling sweetly at the man and nodded.

"My names Izumi Nakamura," He began, coming to stand at the foot of the bed. Sunny blinked at him and cocked her head to the side. She recognised him, but from what felt like a foggy dream...

"Sorry," He blurted out with a laugh that didn't quite meet his eyes, "You probably don't recognise me, now I've had a wash..."

The realisation spread across Sunny's face as it dawned on her that it was the man from all those hours earlier. For some reason, it felt like days, but from the fact she still had dirt under her nails and around her eyes, and Midnight was still in her hero costume, it was still the same day.

"Erm," Nakamura continued, dragging Sunny's attention from her hands back up to him, "I wanted to thank you. I-" His voice cracked suddenly and tears immediately sprung in his eyes. Midnight was on her feet before Sunny could process what was going on, and the older woman cradled the man around the shoulder. He was apologising still, and then he scrambled out with a loud sniff, "I shouldn't be crying, I'm so happy," The smile he offered confused Sunny. He was clearly so sad, but his smile was genuine.

"I don't know how to ever thank you enough. I thought I lost everything, but you've brought everything I could have ever hoped for."

Sunny's lip wobbled a little, "I'm so sorry about your wife." Was all she said, but the man's dark eyes offered her so much kindness she knew he held no resentment that she couldn't save the woman too.

Nakamura's face broke a little, and he looked as though he was going to say more but the bundle in his arms decided to wake up and start screaming loudly.

The sudden noise startled Sunny, and her ears flattened against her head.

Nakamura panicked too, and his gentle absentminded bobbing became more purposeful as he began to coo the baby. After a few moments, he looked helplessly at Sunny.

"Will you...?" He began but trailed off when he saw Sunny's bewildered expression.

She waved her hands in front of her, "I'm not very good with children, I-"

Midnight then swooped in, scooping the crying baby out of Nakamura's grasp and practically dropping it on Sunny. Immediately, the younger girl held the baby close to her, and without even thinking she started purring oh-so quietly.

It only took a few moments for the baby to settle again, and Nakamura seemed to feel the effects too, as he dropped himself heavily at the end of Sunny's bed.

"What's her name?" Sunny then asked, unable to tear her eyes away, but she eventually did when her question was left hanging in the air. She cocked her head again.

"My wife and I... We didn't get that far." Came the late reply.

"Oh..."

"What's your name?" He suddenly asked.

"Domino," Sunny replied, not even thinking, and this seemed to amuse Nakamura as he let out a soft chuckle.

"I meant your real name... As in your birth name?"

It was Sunny's turn to leave a question hanging in the air. She could feel Midnight's penetrating gaze drilling into her temple, almost willing her to be honest.

"Anastasia." She finally replied, looking up at Nakamura with wide, vulnerable eyes. The name almost seemed foreign on her tongue and, well, in many ways it was. But it had been several lifetimes since she'd heard it out loud and she almost surprised herself more than anyone else in the room.

"Anastasia..." Nakamura repeated the name almost questioningly, making Sunny's lip quiver. The last time someone had said her name... was when her mother had screamed it in panic. Awful memories flickered around her mind in those few moments, but then Nakamura repeated her name again, this time even more softly and lovingly, and immediately Sunny soothed.

Nakamura smiled kindly at Sunny, and then his gaze fell to his sleeping daughter, "Anastasia." He repeated again, "That's her name."

Sunny waddled into her hotel room later that night, having finally shaken Midnight off her. She grumbled as she toddled towards her toilet and proceeded to struggle for a good fifteen minutes to sit down on the seat. She fell off twice and had a quick cry before finally planting her cheeks and having one of the best wee's of her life.

She had just left the hospital, and although they didn't have a Recovery Girl, the healers and doctors were still able to a bloody good job of fixing her up, even if she was a stiff as a pole.

Midnight hadn't given her the telling-off she had expected; although, the raven-haired woman had warned Aizawa would be doing that once she returned home, but in the meantime, she deserved some time off.

Midnight had, however, gone into great detail about what trouble she could have been in. Fortunately for Sunny, she hadn't used her quirk offensively, only defensively to save a child. Because she hadn't directly gone to attack the villain she came across, and only protect herself and the babe in her arms, she wouldn't be punished in the eyes of the law. But that didn't stop Midnight lecturing her on the technicalities of what she had done, and what would have happened if things had gone further. She educated Sunny on why Heroes had to follow strict rules and regulations to be able to use their quirks, and the codes and ethics they had to abide by.

"You're lucky you're not being charged with breaking the law," Midnight huffed as she paced across the bottom of Sunny's hospital bed.

"Fortunately, I was on-site, although I didn't exactly give you permission to go ahead, you were still under my supervision." Her gaze swung to Sunny and she stopped her pacing, "You've gotten away with this one by the skin of your teeth, Sugawara. But there's a chance you'll be banned from using that purr of yours until you have your license."

Sunny had known better than to attack the villain directly, and roar she produced was a side effect of her quirk that she had absolutely no control over. All she wanted to do was get the baby and go.

Midnight and the officer in the room had seemed to sympathise with this, but the idea of her being banned from using her purr was a really thought.

Midnight hadn't let any media near her either, which she was thankful for. She copped an eyeful of herself in the hospital and was mortified. Her hair was singed and frazzled to within an inch of its life, and her exposed skin – which was a lot thanks to her costume melting clean off her body – was covered in blood, oozing blisters and lingering ash.

However, a hosing down at the hospital followed by a cold bath had taken care of most of that, and the doctors had cleared up the worst and ugliest of her injuries. Only a few cuts and scrapes remained, which were covered with thick, white dressings.

Sunny staggered her way out the bathroom, on the way to her bed she pulled her bag off the dresser, digging around in it to pull out her phone she tried to unlock it.

Dead.

She huffed and hauled herself onto the bed, wincing and struggling to wiggle towards the head where her phone charger wire lay over the nightstand.

She quickly plugged her phone in and flopped over, grabbing the TV remote and putting some trashy show on.

It wasn't long before she fell asleep, spread out like a starfish on top of the duvet covers. She could practically still feel the burning flames licking at her skin, and in the moments before she fell asleep, she wondered if she would ever be cold again.

She did, however, wake up in the middle of the night freezing her tits off, and she quickly crawled under the duvet covers. She had just snuggled down again when her phone illuminating the room caught her attention.

Curiously she grabbed it, and her eyes bugged out when twenty-three missed calls popped up and 99+ messages appeared.

Most of the messages were from group chats blowing up, so she ignored them and quickly scrolled through the others. She had received at least one from everyone in her class, even those whose numbers she didn't have.

She replied to a few of them; telling Momo, Ochaco and Mina who had all sent her a string of messages that she was fine and would call them all in the morning; she replied to Denki a series of emoji's and a naughty meme she had been saving for him, and she replied to Tokoyami a bunch of kissy faces and then the emoji of a chick hatching from an egg.

She replied to Izuku and Shoto, asking them how they were too after all the incidents in Hosu.

But then her thumb paused over Bakugo's chat.

He hadn't sent her a single message, with the most recent one being the one she had sent to him that morning telling him to have a good day. He hadn't attempted to call her either, she discovered after a quick inspection, and her heart sunk heavily in her chest.

He doesn't have to message you, she told herself, slowly locking her phone and returning it to the nightstand. She rolled onto her back, sudden wide eyes staring at the ceiling. She felt sick to her stomach and she pursed her lips to stop them from quivering.

Maybe he didn't see the news? Maybe he didn't know what to say?

Maybe he was annoyed at her?

Sunny shook her head and rolled over again, her back to her phone and she grabbed her ears, pulling them down and squeezing her eyes shut as she curled in on herself. She was so exhausted, physically and mentally, did she really have the emotional space free right now for him?

Despite all this, one thought haunted her;

Maybe he just didn't care.

"Are you all packed?" Midnight asked from beside Sunny, taking a long sip of her Frappuccino and smacking her lips together approvingly.

Sunny didn't respond for a moment, being too busy catching her own reflection in car windows as they walked down the street. She raised the free hand which wasn't gripping her own godly iced beverage and tugged at her hair with a pout.

It was all gone.

Midnight had very kindly taken Sunny for a 'girls' day', and had very generously paid for Sunny to not only get her nails done – seeing as she'd broken a few the day before and had been more concerned about that than her broken bones – but to also get her hair done.

Sunny's long hair had been fried by the fire, taking complete chunks of her wild locks and eating away at it. Her hair that once nearly reached her butt only just swung against her shoulders and her ears were flattened in upset about the whole thing.

She definitely had priorities, and her hair and nails were at the top of the list. Broken bones and scaring were near the bottom.

"Yeah…" Sunny finally replied sadly, pulling once more at a fist full of hair, trying to force it to be longer.

"Aizawa will meet you at the station on the other end. Will you be okay on the train on your own?"

Sunny resisted the urge to roll her eyes into the back of her head, "I'll be fine. I've got my big girl knickers on today."

Midnight let out a laugh, thumping Sunny on the head playfully with a closed fist, "That's my girl."

Sunny had spent the majority of her day trying to avoid her phone. However, that was easier said than done as it was still blowing up like crazy. Every vibration made her heart leap and clench in anticipation that it might be Katsuki, but so far it never had been. Each time she was left more disappointed and shitty feeling than the last.

She could message him, but what if he didn't reply? The prospect of being ignored seemed even worse than him just flat out not texting her. She didn't understand why he wasn't messaging her, every day this week she had woken up to some form of good morning text from him, but today had been the exception.

Maybe he was just busy. She tried to remind herself this over and over, he was on work experience after all, or maybe he had broken his phone, or maybe…

Or maybe he was annoyed she had outshone him.

She shook her head for the millionth time, no. He wasn't that petty, was he? Yes, he was. She had seen what he was like with Midoriya and Todoroki, he hated it when they outperformed him. But that was more in a competitive way, not in outright bitterness. Besides, he wasn't like that with Kirishima, or Kaminari, and if anything, he was the opposite – he pushed them to perform better by just being so overwhelming overbearing. He had such cripplingly high expectations for himself that seemed to reflect back into anyone who spent too much time with him.

But, then again, Sunny wasn't like Kirishima or Kaminari, not to Bakugo. It wasn't long ago that Bakugo had seen Sunny as an outright threat. Had he seen her on the news and brought back up all those negative emotions? Had he seen her on the news and thought she didn't deserve to be there?

Sunny didn't know. Sunny didn't understand.

The rest of the day rolled by, with Midnight treating to Sunny to a late lunch before leaving her on the platform waiting for the train. Apparently, the teacher had her own affairs to attend to before returning home, and so the younger woman sat on a cold metal bench overlooking the empty train platform on her own, a bored expression on her face.

Her small, pink luggage case sat next to her on the floor, and her now near-empty costume case sat across her lap.

The fingers of one hand drummed absentmindedly across the solid material, while the other cradled her chin as she lounged across the armrest of the bench.

She had just started watching a trail of ant's march across the concrete floor when the hairs at the back of her neck suddenly prickled. A train behind her whizzed through the station without stopping, and she turned her head to look over her shoulder at the opposite platform.

The train sped past, leaving another empty platform, bar a single person standing before her.

Slowly, Sunny rose to her feet, clutching her costume case tightly across her chest as she stepped around the bench and moved towards the edge of the platform.

The man stood on the other side of the tracks. He was tall, with black, spiked hair and blue eyes so dazzling Sunny would have lost herself in them if they weren't so cold and inhospitable.

What made the man so striking, however, was his tough-looking purpled skin that covered portions of his body. It was stapled to him in places, almost looking like the metal fastenings were the only thing that was stopping it sliding away from him completely.

He stared at Sunny with an almost uninterested expression with his hands in his pockets, while his long midnight blue coat rustled slightly in the wake of the departing train.

"Hello…" Sunny offered sceptically.

"So… You're K.C…" His voice was deep and raspy, and he didn't even attempt to hide the undignified rake of his eyes over her body. "I was expecting…"

"More?" Sunny huffed, popping her hip out and flipping her hair to only frown at how little there was of it to fling over her shoulder.

"You've changed your hair."

"YoU'Ve ChANgEd yOUr HaIr." Sunny mocked him, making the man's eyes widened slightly and a slither of a smile crossed his lips.

"Funny…" He stepped forward until the tips of his toes kissed the edge of the platform, "But enough chivalries, you're coming with me."

"Where are you going?"

His grin only widened, pulling at the staples around his mouth, "Home."

"Are you one of Shigaraki's friends?" Sunny asked, cocking her head and flapping her ears.

"Friends is a stretch…" The man raised his hand and rested it behind his head lazily, exposing a taught abdomen.

"What's your name?"

"Currently, I'm going by Dabi." The man's cold eyes held an unnerving amount of fire within them, and they flashed almost warningly as he told her his name.

"' Currently going by'?" Sunny rolled her eyes, "Oooh~ mysterious."

The man currently going by Dabi dropped his hand, his expression turning sour at Sunny's jesting, "I said enough of this," He raised his hand towards her, and Sunny's orange gaze fell to his outstretched fingertips, "I don't really care about you, but I've been sent to collect you."

"You don't really care about me? So, you care about me a little bit?"

The man currently going by Dabi looked confused, "What?"

"You said -" Sunny began, but stopped short and yelped when a wave of blue flames extended towards her over the tracks.

She quickly dodged, scuffing her shoes with a squeak.

"Shut up and do as you're told," He growled once the blue flames subsided. It was just a warning throw, but the fire was hot enough to prickle Sunny's skin.

"What if I don't want to go with you?" She huffed, brushing at her clothes.

Why are people so determined to set her on fire?

Dabi's grin returned, "If you don't want to come with me willingly, then I get to take you by- Ah!"

Sunny watched those beautiful blue eyes carefully, and just as they flickered to blink, she swung her costume case over her shoulder and launched it across the tracks with full force.

"Yeet!"

It hit this Dabi geezer straight in the forehead with one of the corners. The man fell back, rocking on his heels and Sunny dashed away, grabbing her pink carry case on the way she fled towards the platform exit.

Just then, a roaring came from behind her, and Sunny's eyes whipped across to the other side of the platform where another train was whizzing through the station, not planning to stop. Without hesitation, her feet skipped as she leapt towards it, easily clearing the distance as something hot licked at the already singed hairs of her tail. She spared a glance behind her as she landed on the roof of the moving train with ease, just as boiling blue flames swirled towards her. She quickly ducked, flattening herself against the roof of the carriage as the fire bloomed above her. But, as quickly as they appeared, she left them behind as the train continued forward.

I hope there's not too many spelling mistakes in this! I proof read over and over to the point where I wasn't even reading it so I just thought sod it hahaha

Thank you so much to everyone who has reviewed! I was going to wait a few days before I updated but I got too excited hehehe

Although not much happens in this chapter I guess? But next chapter will be much more exciting xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx